Given that it's such a common name here I should be used to it by now, but picking up the phone to Jesus in the middle of my nightly granola & yogurt still knocks me off guard. After his opening gambit of non-rip off the other day he had a go at creaming us for a few bob for our trip to the Sacred Valley next week. We will have to pursue another route I think, the people here will never learn. Salvador has a cold and although he was quite happy during the day, tonight he can't sleep. This is despite Esther using a contraption that we bought in Spain and that I had forgotten about, to suck the snot out of his nose, she assures me the same thing is on sale in England, it all seemed a bit medieval to me. Salvador loved it though, giggling away as his mucus shot down the tube towards Mummy. Sadly it got me to thinking about Doctor Henry Choque again and not in a good way.